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[Intro: Dom Kennedy] Go, go, go Dommy 3-2-3 [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Ain't nobody out here that can stop me From rap to fashion My books is [?] My whips, they rack-tops Avoiding the county jail She like, how the weed smell I tell her, just sit back And listen to what I wrote I think I'ma need both Crib in palace [?], lost feelings What's your credit score, you need a loan, huh? Love the way I'm gettin' on my own, huh? I been makin' plays for the long run Make her read the book, til' she overstand it Then rub her ass, cause I'm so romantic Don't play games with me, I'm the wrong one Our first date was at the [?] They let it be like Dominic's an asshole Just cause I'm all about my cash flow She smackin' on my shit, like it's gummy worms See me with her friend, made her stomach turn New Porsche in both colors New Rollies in both colors Old-schools, like 4 of them Bank accounts, like 4 numbers [Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy] Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go Don't doubt it [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Yeah, Half-A-Mil party, make the news clips Buss it open, while we play the new shit I'ma split the swisher, while you do the splits Hammer Dance on her, one too legit Our first date was at the bowling alley Pants in the valley, so you know I had to knock it down I'm good for puttin' hoes in the lost and found But she hate it when I'm not around, yeah All my niggas, that Dior with the 4-2-4 Office car with my lawyer, runnin' up the score, like Where we [?] the deal, I think I'm finna [?] meals Pull off in the DeVille Spend that OPM Swervin' on the freeway, rant like go, go, go While my girl talking on my telephone pole Taking flicks of my inner [?] pose Excessive celebrations, dunkin' on the go post [Chorus: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy] Go, go, go (yeah) Go, go, go (Hit-Boy make your bitch) Go, go, go Don't doubt it [Outro: Dom Kennedy] Ay, still catchin' plays, not catchin' feelings Watch me do my thang Ay, still catchin' plays, not catchin' feelings She see me do my thang When it's Super Bowl, that's another million Champagne sprayin' all over the ceiling When it's Super Bowl, that's another million Champagne sprayin' all over the ceiling Don't doubt it...